~Lyra~

When his cum was still hot and thick inside me and I was too full to move, too sore to think, too fucking wet to pretend I didn’t love every filthy second of it.

I lifted my hips just a little, even though his knot was still swollen and stuffed inside me so deep it ached.

And the second I moved?

More of his cum leaked out.

“Oh my God,” I moaned again, louder this time. “It’s still coming out of me. I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I can hear it. ...